10/06/24 - Right now, the index is only at 3300 points or so. It’s not too risky yet! There’s still time to buy in!
“After my watch and my phone disappeared from my house…
I watched the little bastard that I gave birth to throw my eye mask right out the window!!!
There’s a sweet potato garden out there that some old people in the development planted!!
And that reminded me of my watch and phone that disappeared a while back! I didn’t forget them somewhere! They’re not gonna come back up again! I’ve turned the house upside down already! They’ll never appear again!!
They were thrown out by the baby!!!
I looked around outside and only found the eye mask.
Oh my god! How am I supposed to get my phone and watch back? I spent 10K on them! Can I call the police over this?”
Comments say, “First of all, your kid could fall from there. Secondly, isn’t this throwing things from a height?”
“Wow, you sure are chill. There is, like, zero childproofing over that window.”
“I don’t dare to open the window like that when I just have a dog at home…”
“My mom had me and my two siblings come over and said meaningfully, “You should each give me 2K. I’m having trouble supporting myself in retirement. If each of you give me 2K a month, that’ll be enough for me to eat and travel on.”
My older brother spoke first, “I don’t mind, mom. Is 2K enough? If not, 3K per person is fine too.” My sister agreed too, “Yeah, yeah, I feel like 2K a month per person isn’t enough. Everything is super expensive these days. Do you want us to pitch a bit more in?”
My brother and sister both were willing to give even more. I was the only one standing to the side, silent. Why? Because I can’t compare to them. My brother and sister are both uni students. My brother is a programmer, making 40-50K a month, with bonuses at the end of the year. He must make well over 700K per year.
My sister might only be a teacher, but she married well. Her husband has his own company that makes 2 million a year or so.
What about me? I stopped going to school after high school. Now I work as a cashier in a supermarket, making only 3K a month. My husband is a delivery driver who works very long hours and still only makes 7-8K a month, and we have two kids to support.
So when my mom brought up all three of us giving her 2K a month per person, I felt a lot of pressure. This 2K might not mean much to my brother and sister, but for me, it’s a significant expense.
My brother and sister both said they want to raise it to 3K, but I didn’t dare to say anything. I couldn’t even afford 2K. My mom asked, “What about you, Three?” [I’m sorry, Chinese people regularly call their kids by number instead of name, it’s not a dismissive thing. I know it sounds super weird in English, but I don’t actually know OP’s name.]
My sister started being all sarcastic, “Don’t be too hard on the baby, mom. She only makes 3K a month. If she had to give you 2K a month, she’d have to starve!”
My brother tried to speak up on me, “If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, you know? I’d help you.”
My brother’s been nice to me from childhood. I get along better with him than with my sister. I don’t know why, but my sister’s never liked me. She’s prettier than me, smarter than me, and married better than me. All of that seems to have become reasons to look down on me.
I remember that I almost never got new clothes as a kid, or new toys. Everything was hand-me-downs from my siblings. At the time, I really wanted a new dress of my own, but my mom only bought my sister a dress. I cried, asking my mom why? Why did she only love my sister and not me? And my mom said, “You’re still little. You can wear your sister’s dresses.”
From childhood, my sister’s been like a little princess, while I was more like her sidekick. I followed her around all day, letting her order me around. So I’ve always been kind of insecure and a people pleaser.
Although I get along with my brother and he’s nice to me, giving me spending money every month and buying gifts for me, but after he got married, my SIL refused to let him keep buying me gifts. He listens to his wife, and I didn’t blame him. After all, he’s given me the most amount of love growing up.
Now, my mom’s brought up all three of us giving her 2K for retirement. Out of pride, I grit my teeth and agreed. When I got home, my husband saw I looked very down and asked me what happened. I told him, and my husband said, “This is our responsibility. Even if we have to work even harder, we have to take care of our seniors.”
With my husband’s support, I had a bit more confidence, and sent my mom 2K right then and there. She accepted right away.
Then, the weekend rolled around and it was time to go to lunch at my mom’s again. My brother and his wife, my sister and her husband, and me and my husband all took our kids there.
While eating, my sister pulled out an overstuffed red pocket from her bag. “Mom, here’s your living expenses for this month, 3K.”
My SIL followed right up, “Mom, did you get the 5K we sent to you?”
My mom said happily, “I got it, I got it. I got money from all three of you. I didn’t raise you for nothing.”
“How much did you give our mom?” My sister asked me in front of everyone. For a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. My mom was the one to react, “She gave the same as you, 3K.
“Really?” My sister was a bit disbelieving. “She gave you 3K? That’s her entire monthly income. If she gave it all to you, what’s her family of four supposed to eat?” And she began laughing. My SIL joined in the fray too, “Exactly! Your family isn’t well off. It doesn’t matter if you give less. It’s not like we’d make fun of you. You’re gonna have to scavenge for food this month like this, won’t you?”
My SIL and sister laughed together while my face went red and blue. I wasn’t even done eating, and I just got up to leave. My husband said he had something at work too and got up to leave with me. And my SIL said, “What work could you possibly have at your delivery job? It’s not like you’re the only guy running deliveries.”
My husband’s the silent type, he doesn’t really know how to argue. We can’t win, but we can hide. So my husband and I left with our kids, and right as we’re turning on the car, my mom came down with a big bag, “Take this home and eat it.”
I looked and it was filled with snacks, a couple boxes of yogurt, and some green beans and tomatoes. So I accepted it. On my way back home, I got a call from my mom, “Three, I know you felt wronged today. I’ve told your sister and SIL off. Don’t be mad. You gotta work hard to improve your lives, and show all the people who look down on you.”
Tears flowed down my face. When I got home, I dumped the stuff in the bag out and saw there was a red pocket at the bottom. There was 5K in it. My mom gave it to me. My mom’s always loved me.
I’m going to live my best life, get away from all the people who look down on me, even if they’re my sisters. If there’s no love, then just leave.”
Comments say, “So she’s getting a whole 6K?”
“There’s so much domestic conflict going around. I guess you gotta keep focusing on your life.”
“Sisters and brothers get compared to each other all the time. Thank God your mom still loves you. Good luck!”
#Little Heaven in Xi County makes thank you post. According to the Xi County Little Heaven [小西天] tourism board, from now until the end of the year, any friends who stayed in Little Heaven during the Moon Festival or Independence Week can use their proof of ticket purchase to enter the tourism area again for free, and enjoy the Buddhist Heavenly Palaces to their heart’s content! [A very small town that became horribly popular this year because the Thousand Buddha Temple there was used as inspiration for set pieces in Black Myth Wukong, causing way more tourists to show up than they could handle.]
Comments say, “Big Picture Mindset.”
“Shanxi is the best!”
“Shanxi Tourism Board is a true example!”
“My brother has Down’s Syndrome. He’s 9 years older than me. I just sent him away. [Euphemism for watching him pass on.]
He had 2400 degree short-sightedness. He only had the intelligence of a 5-6-year-old. He was handsome, if you ignore his weird eye distance. He wasn’t fat or thin. He was very solidly-built, thanks to my mom.
He was very obedient, very sweet, with a strange talent in maths. He could remember all the telephone numbers of all our relatives, and self-taught himself how to use the TV, computer, and game console. He could even hack my password on my phone and computer.
He never forgot anyone he ever met. He remembered all their names. I couldn’t do that if you put a gun to my head.
When we were little, we fought a love, but I loved him, and he loved me.
My parents just about worked themselves to death to make him graduate primary school. It was because he had Down’s Syndrome that they were allowed to have me despite the One Child Policy.
He never stopped wetting the bed, and he constantly smelled like pee. I was made fun of growing up for my retarded brother, and I had to fight my peers countless times over this. It’s made me have a rather “don’t give a fuck” but very protective personality.
He often fell over, but he wasn’t afraid of pain. He was very brave. The worst time was when he fell from the second floor carrying a 4-year-old me. His thigh was pierced through by a sharp piece of wood and his blood covered the whole floor. He grit his teeth through the pain while clutching me to his chest and stayed like that for an hour until someone walked past.
His eyesight is very bad, so it’s dangerous for him to try to cross the road. He was often involved in minor traffic accidents, but he was also very lucky and always got out okay.
At 28-years-old, according to what the doctors had predicted, his brain began regressing.
At 28-years-old, his brain was like that of an 80-year-old man’s. He started losing balance while walking, and occasionally had muscle spasms.
Within half a year, his brain had regressed so much that he was paralysed in bed. My mom took care of him for another 9 years.
Last year, he finally left. Luckily, I was at his side at the time.
He was smiling, very peaceful, his eyes half-closed.
I gently touched his eyelid, put on the clothes we’d prepared for him ahead of time, and sat by his bed and held his hand until he slowly went cold.
I called 120, got a death certificate, and after he was cremated, I buried him with my father.
I love him, he loved me, but I love my mom more.
If I had a choice, I wish he reincarnated somewhere else, into a healthy body, to have a much better life, instead of being like this, helpless, humiliated, dying with so much longing.
And the only people to suffer are the ones who loved him the most.
Do not give your child disabilities from birth. He couldn’t choose his body, but you could have.”
Comments say, “My eyes are wet, because my son has autism. I don’t know what his future is going to be like, whether I’m going to be there for him his whole life. I hope I can die after him, so I can take care of him to the end.”
“Commenting so more people see this.”
“If you invested 200K into Chongqing Steel on the 18th of September, you’ve made 52K by now.
If you invested 200K into Zhengzhou Bank on the 18th of September, you’ve made 61K by now.
If you invested 200K into Tianfeng Securities on the 18th of September, you’ve made 104.5K by now.
If you invested 200K into Gujing Wine on the 18th of September, you’ve made 63.2K by now.
If you invested 200K in to Yantian Harbour on the 18th of September, you’ve made 41.5K by now.
If you invested 200K into China Mobile on the 18th of September, you’ve made 20K by now.
If you invested 200K into China Energy Engineering on the 18th of September, you’ve made 43.3K by now.
If you invested 200K into Jishi Media on the 18th of September, you’ve made 69K by now.
If you invested 200K into Vanke on the 18th of September, you’ve made 62.5K by now.
Who’s saying the stock market has no investment value? From the 18th of September to now, there’s plenty of stocks that have risen 20%! Never say that stocks have no investment value again, or other people will make fun of you! Right now, the index is only at 3300 points or so. It’s not too risky yet! There’s still time to buy in!”
Comments say, “We judge heroes on success and failure, but everyone is a Zhuge after the fact.”
“If you knew ahead of time, you wouldn’t be posting weibos here. You’d have bought Weibo by now. What’s the point of fantasising like this all day?”
“It’s been falling for years, literally. Most investors are completely trapped. Some have laid flat. Some can’t keep going and have to cut flesh to survive. Now it’s only been rising back up for a couple of days. It’s a little early to say there’s a lot of investment value in the stock market right now, isn’t it?”
The story with Third was bittersweet. Romans often used birth order as names for example the Latin numeral octavus meaning "eight" or "eighth" was used as the given names Octavius or Octavia like in the case of the frist roman emperor Gaius Octavius better known as Octavianus Augustus Caesar.